One Voice

You were the princess of the fairy tale Who spoke in emeralds instead of words, Whose laughter left an exquisite, bright trail Of sounds as winged and visible as birds.

I never knew until yours went from me, That any voice could love my name so much, That just to speak it made it seem to be A fragrance and a color and a touch.

My days are gestures of bewilderment, My nights are attitudes of listening. For fear you may have whispered as you went, And I shall lose the starlike echoing.